Amused By Games Of Power

Amused By Games Of Power
© Surazeus
2025 07 09

While falling head-down in abyss of faith 
with pages of books as feathers on wings, 
Fyodor and Fanny sing heart-warming hymn 
about strange beauty of this cluttered world 
to find inside cracked stone of timeless light 
fate-rooted cipher of seductive truth. 

When gold cathedral bells of holy angst 
ring in the mist that shrouds conceptual ruins, 
Fyodor and Fanny kneel with humble hope 
by Pool of Narcissus to slake their thirst 
so they can speak of things that must exist 
encoded in weird language they invent. 

Filled with excess idolatry for fame, 
which they wear as crown of thorns in church pageants, 
Fyodor and Fanny climb the dusty hill 
where deviant angels of the empire live 
beneath grim shadow of the giant sign 
which advertises fun in paradise. 

Though names we speak give birth to faceless ghosts 
who tend Garden of Eden with bare hands, 
Fyodor and Fanny visit the last God 
grown so old from worship of blind fools 
that he is now the prototype he hates, 
whose blood is syrup of the singing tree. 

Rescued from sharp delirium of fear 
by the Big Bad Wolf with beautiful eyes, 
Fyodor and Fanny carve our secret names 
on tombstones lined along Highway to Hell 
to earn through interior monologue 
blessed assurance of life after death. 

While wearing costumes of the famous dead 
to lead lost children to the Promised Land, 
Fyodor and Fanny realign the Earth 
to match the ninth dimension of her brain 
while dancing with the Joker in his lair, 
aware that we are figments of his dream. 

Still unremembered by the sacred house 
where faces of the dead are photographs, 
Fyodor and Fanny bake chocolate cake 
to feed five thousand pilgrims by the lake 
who wait for second coming of the White Whale 
since absence arouses the evil clown. 

Though infinity seeps into her hair, 
and dynamite forms how his brain perceives, 
Fyodor and Fanny sing hymn of true love 
about how everything in life is fake 
for those who spit at their hearts with contempt 
realize they are amused by games of power.